Текст песни Gospel - Grayscale Season

Gospel

If I leave now;
I might get out
Out of sight
Out of mind
Broken and discarded
Fueled by being broken hearted
Just throw me away
There’s nothing left
Hanging from above
One last love (Out of sight, trust me)
Soon it will be gone. (Out of mind, hear me)
She broke me and now I’m done…
Fuck it!